I was looking through all my old writing and I came across this. It was originally just a prompt for my creative writing class but looking back on it I laughed at myself and couldn't believe I had written this. But then I realized I haven't submitted anything on here for a while now and figured what would it hurt? So laugh at me all you want, but I'm going to post this.
I remember when I was first born. I was only a little thing of cotton, and I awaited the day that I would be something more. That glorious day finally came, and I was woven into a purple ball of yarn. It was the happiest day of my life by far.
But I never imagined this was what I would be reduced to. I was now the toy of some stupid cat. All he would do is try to catch me and unravel me. I hate this life. I’m so miserable I only wish I was still a little thing of cotton.
If you’ve ever felt what it’s like to be unraveled, it’s not fun. It feels like someone’s taking out your insides, like surgery while you’re awake and without the worry of something going wrong. It’s just a good thing I really can’t die.
I’ve come to now this cat, Tiger, very well. He’s fairly quiet, and loves to play with me more than any of his other toys. That has it ups and downs. But every time I try to talk to him he just looks at me like he doesn’t know what I’m saying. But I guess that’s what you can expect from cats. I know I’m a ball of yarn, but I’ve never liked them regardless.
He’s an orange stripped Tabby. He’s fascinated by anything that moves. But he seems to especially love string. He would chase anything as long as it was attached to a piece of string. His owners think it’s “adorable.” But their not the string now are they?
Then the day finally came that I was finished with what I was put on this earth to do. I got so torn they threw me away in that big dumpster on the side of their house. It really smelled in there.
I heard the junkyard isn’t such a bad place. All the old strings share their story and we’re free forever, the only catch being we were forced to spend the rest decade in an old trash pile. I’m kind of excited. So I say to you, farewell. We shall see what awaits me.
I think you did a great job! 
